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I live (continued)

this is death
death of a salesman
the death of my mailman
please give me my letters because ive been waiting for three
Used to be the land of the free
Established in poverty
A beacon of hope for the worlds refugee
but the land of the free is a thing i have yet to see
ask around
talk from sea to shining sea and they will tell you what i know
this this….this is the death of what we beleive.

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